It Wasn't Me But God
DOWN THE RIVER WITHOUT A LIGHT This is a piece I wrote many, many years ago, immediately after the experience described within this passage. I tried to stay down the river tonight, but the mosquitoes ran me off. All I had for a light was a flashlight with fast-fading batteries. They faded completely. I had to come about seven or eight uninhabited miles over a low river, full of snags, sandbars, and rock piles. Surprisingly, I navigated the river blindly without hitting one log, rock, or sandbar. Feeling my way up the river in the blackness, I had to trust to luck; no, not really luck. Somewhere, something guided me. I was surprised when huge logs would go brushing by, missing the boat by only a few feet. Time and time again, I narrowly missed something I could not see. Quite a scary thrill it is, coming up the river without a light, trusting only to faith. Then again, wh...